Do. Your. Worst! »Feitan Portor«

Method 32 - Conflicting Criminality

Jeune Manor was a sight to behold.

And while it most certainly was not as extravagant as the Zoldyck Mansion, it was a building worthy of its strong praise across the web.

The structure itself had an all-around simplistic aesthetic to it — not too tall but certainly cosy in style. If entered from the front one would certainly be overwhelmed by the large gate restricting tourists from entry.

Feitan and I, on the other hand, had no intention of entering the way one was supposed to, instead opting for a more "scenic" option.

"This garden is truly something." I gushed, eyes scanning across each flowerbed and at the different plants they had on display.

The two of us decided it would be much smarter if we snuck onto their property via the massively underappreciated garden. And while my enjoyment skyrocketed at the detour, Feitan grew annoyed with my antics.

Avoiding going closer to the house, I weaved my way through the flowerbeds, taking in the scents of the different floras the garden had to offer.

Not understanding my interest, Feitan stalked off elsewhere — and although I made no move to look to him, I gathered he was likely hiding beneath the shadow of a tree to utter snide remarks to himself.

It wasn't as though I was fond of the flowers themselves, or even their supposed meanings, it was more the memories each flower held for me.

It was like the mountain greenery was the one part of our home that connected us as people rather than assassins.

With the exception of Father and Grandfather, everyone spent some time of their day within the gardens when they could. Mother in particular seemed to enjoy tending to the plants — perhaps the only form of normality she experienced.

And although not for a long time, even Illumi and Milluki had opted to spend their free time in the gardens. Not for the same reasons I or the younger siblings did, but for reasons that were their own, which was in itself respectable.

Carefully, I reached down towards one of the bushes, collecting a small flower from its lifeline.

In my crouched position, I had a clear view of all the sibling flowers within the bed, but something else caught my eye rather than the buds.

An array of leaves littered the ground beneath them, all spotted with black polka dots. An infection.

I frowned. These plants were barely tended to at all. "How sad."

"Pointless plant died. Don't care. Let do job." Feitan scowled from behind me.

I stood up and faced him, twiddling the stem of the flower between my fingers. "We are doing the job?" my head tilted in confusion.

"Then why no go in?" Feitan continued to scowl, his arms now crossed and his chin raised in an attempt to look at me down his nose — essentially an attempt to make himself taller. How adorable. I laughed at the observation. And sad.

I glanced towards the house, "They'll be leaving soon," I then turned back to him. "we can sneak in once the house is vacant and the heirloom is unprotected. That way damages and casualties will be as limited as possible." I could see I wasn't exactly getting through to him. "...Which would ensure the missions succession as we would not be sloppy."

Feitan simply scoffed. "You methods dumb. You now thief. Not assassin. Do job properly." Feitan left no room for argument, particularly due to the fact he simply left, without sparing another glance, towards the back door.

With a heavy amount of disrespect towards the element of surprise and elegancy, Feitan decided that the best course of action was most certainly to force his fist through the door's glass and unlock the door.